Mi supervisora me dejó jugar

Anecdote part 1 of 2022... It's been about a year and a half since I've been working for a company. They trained me in a lost office in a neighborhood of the city to cover the position of the person who is there when they can't come or go on vacation. The training was led by Viviana, my current supervisor. After the training, they transferred me to the central building where I currently work. But every now and then they send me back to that peripheral office.  I value a lot the patience she has for explaining to me one and another time what I have to do. Although it's noticeable that she's a woman with character, she always showed good treatment. A well-dressed cutie that exudes security. That seriousness combined with formal attire attracted me from the first moment.  She never told me her age but I intuited that she's in her mid-40s. With time and very little tension, things started to relax. As I've indicated in another account, I've always been a quiet type. It started as childhood shyness, I admit. But now I see it as an excellent way to establish relationships and get to know someone. A strategy that can be summarized as speaking little and listening more basically. That's how I found out she's married and although we almost never talk to her husband, it seems like she still loves him. She has two children from when she was very young. I had to marry what I was wearing at 17 she told me with emotion in her eyes.  It got interesting when we started doing things we shouldn't be doing. We spent a lot of time getting drunk in that little office and began filling hours playing with an app on the cell phone, thanks to which I learned how her face lights up when she laughs, making her even look younger. It's curious because although she's beautiful when she does it, it seems like she's ashamed, as most of the time she covers her mouth lightly with one hand. Things started getting out of control little by little and now that I'm telling it, it seems to make sense. chronological I have to note that at certain moments it was about to come out of my mouth. We were playing for stakes. At first they didn't go beyond chocolates, cookies, candies or defining who had to prepare the coffee. Between games, the disputes and temperature increased. The winner would send a message through the game chat to the loser with the obligation instructions. It was there that I dared more. With the security of victory in my power and my discernment clouded by heat, we started a double-sense conversation through the chat (meaning without compromising evidence) that left me even hotter. After a while, I prepared coffee, entered her office. She was sitting at her desk talking on the phone and on the computer. I left the coffee to her right and intentionally got closer to reach the half-full but already cold cup that had been abandoned to her left. When doing so, I subtly leaned my cock against her elbow. She didn't move, remained firm, meaning she liked it. I returned to my seat and had to stay there for a while not to notice the erection I was carrying. It was around 8 pm when a delivery order arrived for the sector. She was loading the work order and appeared. 'You'll have to do it like that' she said, placing herself in the same way I had done before and leaning her breasts against my back, trick at the pardas thought with cunning. Later, to finish explaining myself, she leaned slightly on the farthest part of the desk crossing her legs and I saw two buttons of her shirt had come undone. She moved her hands while talking and the neckline widened as she stretched her arm to point to the computer screen. To be honest, it was hard for me to look at her. Before leaving, she looked at me and the expression on her mouth left it clear that she knew how affected I was and enjoyed it. I doubted for a few minutes, wrote a message in our game chat without animating myself to send it. It were Virgil's words The women who gave me the value I needed urgently at that moment. Fortune favors the bold resonated in my mind and the thick finger that had remained stiff, suspended, finally concretized the action that my brain had ordered and almost sabotaged at the same instant. A reckless movement, the action left me very exposed, just like my fingerprint impressed on the SEND button.

Come get her I received in response. A second later I was crossing the threshold of my office and entering the hallway that led to hers. I entered her office, she stopped quickly and despite wearing glasses, I could glimpse surprise in her gaze.

She had improvised a makeshift garrote with a pencil, leaving her neck exposed. I approached without hesitation, leaned her against the desk so she was almost seated, and kissed her eagerly. She seemed nervous and excited at the same time. I want my prize I said. She laughed in response, looking up and pushed me onto the chair that I had occupied moments earlier and was still warm. She knelt down, unfastened the belt, unbuckled the pants, lowered the zipper and slowly pulled out her cock with great parsimony. She took it to her mouth and began to suck it delicately. My arms were resting on the armrests and I was sprawled across the seat. One of her hands was located at the base of the cock and the other rested on my chest. At one point she stopped, looked at me smiling and I took advantage of the pause to sit up again and lose myself in her mouth. She undid my shirt and took it off. I lifted my skirt and lowered my underwear. I loved that moment. I had a little bit of well-groomed pubic hair, another lovely detail about her personality.

She leaned me against the desk, raised one leg and introduced the glans first and then slowly, delicately, the rest. With my free hand, I started exploring her breasts outside her clothes. She helped me remove her shirt gradually and left exposed a white bra that was It's easy to slide down my shoulders. Large areolas with voluminous breasts, dotted with freckles, moved as they were being grasped in such a way that they increased my desire to inspect them. First, I caressed them with my hands. Then, reclining even further on the desk, I could bring them to my mouth and it didn't matter about the loud explosion caused by the full pen falling to the floor. With one hand, she was pressing her head against mine, indicating that I should increase the intensity. I sat up, passed my arm over her back, fixed my hand at the base of her neck, and began moving faster. She was breathing heavily and sometimes the force I exerted trying to repress the moans gave way, allowing one to escape, filling the space. She would look at me with half-closed eyes and move her pubis slightly forward in the moment when she was coming towards me, making a noise. This is how it ended, inside her with her hands clawing into my back. We got dressed and each went back to our desks. That happened about a month ago and we've been together twice since then. I'll tell you more details about what's going on later. Thanks for reading me.